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BPOV

Edward is scowling darkly at my side at the lunch table. No one is brave enough to talk to him today. He looks very menacing. Although Alice gets a little dig in every now and then. In the car on the way to school, she asked him why Jasper thought he was so frustrated and he growled at her.

Then just as we were entering the cafeteria he hissed at her, "Stop thinking about it!"

She shrugged and laughed. "You'll enjoy it," she had replied, which only put him in a worse mood.

One would think that 17 year old boys would be ecstatic when presented with the opportunity for sex. Not Edward. Or maybe he is and that's what's got him so angry. That would be just like him.

"So, um, Bella," Jessica begins. Edward snaps his gaze up to hers, having I'm sure read the thought she was about to give voice to. "What are you doing Friday night?"

I look over at Edward who is frowning again. He was going to go hunting with Jasper and I was just going to hang out at home…just me and whoever was going to be lurking in the woods watching me.

"Oh, um, nothing really."

"I've decided to have a slumber party. Come!" she smiles enthusiastically. My eyes widen in surprise. I certainly wasn't expecting that. Edward and Alice don't immediately come up with an excuse, so I'm assuming whoever is on babysitting duty will just do it outside Jessica's.

"Sure," I stutter a bit. "I think Charlie will be okay with that." I don't think I've been to a slumber party since middle school.

"Awesome!" she squeals. "Angela and Lauren are coming too! My parents are going to be out of town." Edward sighs deeply next to me and throws a glare over at Mike. I'm assuming he's having some vulgar thoughts right now.

Okay, Angela I'm happy about; Lauren, well, she's sitting at the end of the table scowling almost as deeply as Edward, so that should certainly be interesting.

I look over at Edward. "Emmett can drop you off," he says quietly. Emmett! Twenty bucks says it wasn't Emmett's turn originally. Why can't it be Esme? I bet it was Esme and he just changed it. Emmett's going to eavesdrop and then make fun of me forever over whatever it is he hears.

"We're going to have so much fun!" Jessica squeals and Mike snickers. Jessica levels a glare on him. "Whatever you're planning, Mike Newton, you can stop those thoughts right there. You are not crashing the slumber party."

"Aw come on, Jess!" he complains. "Don't kill our fun! You're already taking yourselves away on a Friday night." Jessica seems happy that he's put out that she will be unavailable to him. "Back me up, Edward." Edward looks surprised to be included in the conversation. He has been, after all, extremely anti-social today.

"I was going to be out of town anyway," he replies.

"Okay, but if you were going to be here, you'd want to spend a Friday night with your girlfriend, right?" Mike presses.

"Yes, of course," he answers honestly. Even though he apparently is terrified that said girlfriend is going to jump his bones as soon as she has him alone. I told him that wasn't going to happen until after we were married, but he still looks extremely wary.

"See! I mean, it's a Friday night," Mike grumbles.

"You'll survive," Jess grumbles back. "It'll do you some good." Now I kind of get the feeling that there's something else behind Jessica's idea for a slumber party.

"Well, don't be surprised if you feel like someone's watching you while you're changing." The other boys laugh as Mike wiggles his eyebrows at Jessica.

"You're so crude sometimes," Jessica says, rolling her eyes.

Edward pulls my chair closer to him and wraps his arm around my shoulders. He glares at Mike, who quickly looks away and bends his head together with Tyler, Eric and Ben. No doubt they're beginning to plot. Edward's position clearly states someone will be blinded if they see too much of his girlfriend.

"Alice, did you want to come, too?" Angela suddenly asks. Jessica looks surprised; she doesn't often talk to Alice. Alice looks like there's nothing more in the world she wants to do than to accept the invitation and have three more living dolls to play with, but she declines the invitation. "Jasper will be home from school this weekend," she smiles.

"Oh, maybe next time then," Jessica mutters and gives Angela an annoyed look. I feel bad for Alice now and consider backing out, but it might look suspicious if I do, so I decide that Alice and I will have to have our own slumber party soon, which of course, she immediately sees, smiles and straightens up. I am so in for it with that one.

"That's very nice of you." Edward's lips brush against my ear and I get a chill. He seems to realize what he did and straightens up, pulling away. I sigh. We're back to this again? It's like when we first got together and his fear of touching and kissing me. Back to the drawing board.

I've got news for him this time though, I'm going to win.

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Friday comes surprisingly fast. I did get my normal parting kiss and crushing hug from Edward when he left though, having apparently decided that his constant fear of never seeing me again when we're separated overshadowed these impeccable morals he's reverted to.

When Edward left, Emmett was waiting in my driveway in his Jeep. I sighed deeply, threw my bag over my shoulder and walked to the car. Emmett's not like Edward, I open my own door. He does help me with the impossible harnesses this thing has in it.

"Bells, I want to thank you for moving here and making this night possible for me," he jokes as he drives like he's in a qualifying sprint towards Jessica's house.

"Please Emmett," I beg. "I'm mortified enough as it is. Please find something else to occupy your time while you wait."

"But where's the fun in that? Bella, you're part of my family now. I think of you like a little sister. And I ask you, what kind of big brother would I be if I wasn't constantly on the look out for ways to mock and embarrass my little sister?"

"A good one!" I shoot back.

"Nah, you need the full experience."

"I really don't," I mutter as he pulls up to Jessica's.

"Hey, in all seriousness," he says touching my forearm as I'm about to get out of the car. "I'm going to be right up there in those trees." He points to the corner of the roof by the chimney and I smile.

"Thanks, Em," I say. "I really think you're going to be bored out of your mind."

"Oh, I really don't," He laughs. I scowl at him and get out of the car as I see Jessica open up the front door and wave at me.

"Wow, does he want to…come in?" Jess asks as I reach her.

"Emmett?" I ask incredulously. I look over my shoulder to where Jess is smiling invitingly at Emmett in the car. Emmett is grinning broadly, but it's not for Jessica.

"He's so good looking and he looks so…dangerous," she says with a slight shiver. I look back at Emmett, who's laughing now, waves and tears off. I imagine he's going to park his car somewhere and take up his post in one of the trees.

This is going to be so incredibly humiliating.

"What's he like?" Jessica asks showing me into the living room where Lauren and, thankfully, Angela already are.

"Not like you'd expect," I say. "He's a big teddy bear."

"Oh." She looks disappointed. "No, I wouldn't expect that of him."

I put my stuff down next to Angela's and follow Jessica into the kitchen. She pulls open the refrigerator and I'm surprised when she hands me a wine cooler.

"What's this?" I ask nervously.

"A wine cooler," she states the obvious. "My sister got them for me. They're good; they're really fruity. Lauren and I have already had two." I look over to the living room and see that Angela's got one too, only it doesn't look like she's really drank any of it. She smiles slightly at me. She obviously wasn't real sure what to do either and now seems to be looking to me for direction.

"You're the chief of police's daughter," Lauren says a little snidely. "How much trouble are we really going to get in?"

So it's a challenge then. If Lauren wasn't here, Jessica probably wouldn't even have thought of drinking. But now, it's if I say no, Lauren's going to tell everyone I'm boring; if I drink it, then I'm probably good to go.

I've got a lot going on in my life. I really don't need stuff like this too.

Well, why not? It's not like I'm driving, right? Down the hatch.

I throw back the wine cooler and Jessica smiles. She's right, they are good. She takes my wrist and drags me back to the living room. "Let's play truth or dare!"

That's harmless enough, right?

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Jessica and I fall into each other giggling, even Lauren's laughing with us. Angela…I don't think she's drinking. She should. These are good! I should know. I've drank…oh, I don't know how many I've actually had. They're refreshing!

"Bella," Lauren says. She leans towards me and has a very, almost evil, smirk on her face. "Truth or dare."

"Umm…truth."

"Are you sleeping with Edward?"

All three girls snap their heads towards me. Uh-oh.

"No," I reply.

"Really? You're not?" Jessica asks.

"Uh-uh, no," I say and shake my head for emphasis then take a sip of my drink…and then a few more.

"Wow. I thought you were," Jessica asks. "Don't you want to?"

"Yup," I nod. As long as we're going with truth, I guess there are some truths I can give up.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you love him?" Lauren pries. "Doesn't he love you?"

"Oh yes, he does. Very much. And how could I not love Edward? He's wonderful!" Jessica and Angela laugh as I throw my arms up over my head. "But I guess he's waiting for…" How am I going to put this? "…the timing to be right." Like, me being changed into a vampire, for instance…

"Oh, yeah," Jessica says a little glumly. "That's like me and Mike. He wants to, too, but I don't know if I'm really ready yet. I mean, we've fooled around a lot, and he's a really good kisser, but you only get one first time, right?"

Huh. That's true. And Edward hasn't ever done it before either. I wonder if his idea of our first time and my idea of our first time are different. They must be if in his head I'm a vampire then.

"I still can't believe you've been together this long," Lauren says to me. "He's so…mysterious."

"No, not really," I shake my head again. "Not once you get to know him."

"Nobody does get to know him though," Jessica counters.

"You sit with him every day at lunch," I remind them.

"Yeah, but he doesn't talk that much," Jessica replies.

"Sure he does!"

"Not really," she shakes her head.

"Oh. Really?" I say and look over at Angela.

"Not unless he's spoken directly to," she confirms.

"Oh, well, he usually talks my ear off, so I guess I don't notice it as much," I say. I suddenly want to hear his voice and talk to him. He doesn't usually call me though when he's hunting. He's afraid hearing my voice while he's in that frame of mind is going to freak him out.

"Okay, now it's your turn for your dare, Bella," Lauren says.

"I just went! I picked truth!" I protest.

"We're switching it up a bit," she shrugs.

"What's the dare?" I sigh dramatically. I'm getting kinda tired now and my stomach is feeling a little upset. I'm not a drinker.

"Call Emmett," she says suddenly.

"What? Emmett? Why?" I ask confused.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "He's cute. Didn't you say he was dropping you off and picking you up? Won't he come?"

"Well, yeah, he will," I answer. "In fact, he's dying to come. He loves getting ammunition to make fun of me." I mean, he's outside right now. He can hear this whole conversation. I'm sure he's so excited right now, he's probably bouncing on a branch.

"Well, let's spice the party up!" Lauren says and Jessica tosses me the phone. I actually don't know Emmett's cell phone number off the top of my head, so I dig for it in my bag until I emerge with it.

He picks up on the first ring.

"I. Don't. Believe. You," he answers.

"Emmett!" I shout joyfully!

"You're loaded!"

"I've had a little to drink, yes," I nod and then giggle.

"It's like Christmas for me."

"Yes, I know. My little gift to you," I say and he chuckles. "So, do you know why I'm calling?"

"Yes, I can hear the whole conversation. I can't believe Edward's such a prude."

"Come over."

"You know, part of me thinks that's a bad idea."

"But the other part of you, the fun part?" I goad.

"If I come in for a little while, will you promise not to drink anymore?" he bargains.

"Oh, hmmm…" I ponder.

"I'm coming in."

"He'll be here in a second," I mock whisper to the girls as the doorbell rings.

"Wow, that was so fast." Jessica says bouncing to the door to open it for Emmett. Wow, that's a biiiiig smile he's got on his face!

"Emmett!" I shout again and give him a big hug.

"You're not a clingy drunk, are you?" he asks skeptically stepping inside. He fills the doorway up.

"I've never been drunk before," I shrug and the action kinda makes me dizzy.

"Ladies," he smiles to the other girls.

"Hi!" they make goo-goo eyes at him.

"You're a little worse off than I thought," he notes, catching hold of my elbows as I trip when I try to turn around. I think alcohol isn't really good for the uncoordinated.

"Noooo…." I scoff, but when I wave my hand, I misjudge and smack his arm, not that that would hurt him. I suddenly don't feel so good and the room looks a little hazy.

"Oh no," he says eyeing me up…or I think he is. He looks a little blurry. "Are you alright?"

I shake my head frantically at him, cover my mouth and run for the bathroom. I make it to the toilet just in time to empty the contents of my stomach.

"Oh gross!" I hear Jessica from the living room. I sit there for a few minutes, aware of Emmett's sighing, towering presence in the doorway. When I think it's passed, I rest my face against the cold porcelain and he crouches next to me, gently lifting my face with his ice cold hand. That feels sooooo good.

"So?" he says to me.

"I think I need to leave," I whimper sitting up.

"Yeah," he agrees. I feel myself fall forward into his lap and everything goes black.